Psychopomp Poems - Poems about Psychopomp

...I (a youthsome, wholesome, jokesome, handsome,... gamesome, chucklesome, bothersome, and awesome modest fellow)... does not deliberately court immortalization, and wonders what criteria confer el......Read the rest...

...Under the veil of twilight, in the whispering pines, Where the sweet rain drifts through the western air, I find myself lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts. Hypocrite women, how seldom we exp......Read the rest...

...The screecher of the cemetery: You fly in between the headstones And hide away in the bell tower When the dawn comes. You know the names of all who are dead— At night, you call to them softly, ......Read the rest...

...Threnody dirges miseries Severance of machinations The gravedigger’s shovel buries These coffin crypt lamentations Lachrymose welts filling levees Life’s vile xenotransplantations Psychopomp as......Read the rest...

...Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity......Read the rest...

...Phantoms roam the night with ease, Their haunting presence makes us freeze. With silent steps and ghostly grace, They glide and float through time and space. Their wispy forms and eerie glow, Se......Read the rest...

... "The Psychopomp’s Embrace" No judgement from the fallen unseen angels credited with scores to safely harbour lost passing ships that crush souls in dark ni......Read the rest...

...I take a four-fold spin through Bill Plotkin's wheel of bilateral identities, iconic developmental faces, ironic personalities. FIRST comes Eastern-born dawn of human infancy, Innocent Sag......Read the rest...

...Psychopomp led me into afterlife into the souls' of our forefathers, into the dire grave, spiritualism, i saw spirits, deities, the deads; the beneficient dead of the night. i laid on the ances......Read the rest...

...the lissom sea lily a testament at your death feathered petals left in memory but are you dead, Neptune? I am no longer reminded of the pin-spotted watery wedding veil along the edge it has ......Read the rest...

...What is this fell beast, whose image swarms within my head? An interloper, psychopomp, who gazes with the dead? Swarming visions of the dark, Shades advance through Asphodel, Silently shambling wi......Read the rest...